Part 22: White Protest Voices - BotBulge: “Nuts!” Does USA still have Bulge Nuts?
General Anthony Clement McAuliffe said “nuts!” when a German surrender ultimatum was demanded during the battle for Europe in Bastogne’s Battle of the Bulge. That courage changed and ensured the victory of Allied Enlightenment and Rule of Law against a border-breaking tyrant.
War is hell. The time for personal, careful discrimination had ended and the worst kind of bigoted duty was called for: destroy everyone with the Axis uniform and flag. We fought for the lives and livelihood of ALL our cousins of faith and non-faith so they would have the right to CHOOSE and to enjoy those RIGHTS we believe are endowed by our shared Creator.
A great evil had crossed borders with military tactics and equipment to impose its Rule and Laws and take what it chose to take from the battlefield. The Sudetenland Appeasement did not appease the tyrant for long.
“Nuts!”. Does USA still have Bulge Nuts? Do borders still matter? Do Rights still matter? Our enemy is a united force that doesn’t believe in our borders nor Rights.
America is at war v Ancienne terrorists using new tactics and means to cross borders. Software. Identity theft. Organized criminal gangsters. They are targeting Will and spreading FUD. The first casualty of war is truth.
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My neighbor is from Kenya.
We met tossing out our garbage into the apartment dumpsters one evening many years ago. He works in film sets construction and spends long months away unseen.
He told me an interesting story one day. Obama is also of Kenyan ancestry. Where he is from, Kenya, the desire to leave is enormous. And, one of the most successful families to arrive to USA happens to own the largest payday loan business chains in USA. In fact, the owner is a billionaire.
Next door to him was a family from Mexico with an adult son who had a noticeable business before the family was evicted. Cars would come by all day every day in 30 minute intervals during daylight hours and stop either by the dumpster or further down the parking area out of sight and the son would walk out with his pants pulled down to hip-joint level, his fists closed and placed on his hips, palm facing forward and his shirt pulled up baring his stomach. When he arrived at the waiting car the driver would extend his arm, palm up. The guy would extend his hand over the driver’s palm, open his own hand palm down, then withdraw his hand and back away. The driver would close his open palm , withdraw his arm and drive away. All day. Every day.
I suppose it’s a Hispanic Catholic mass practice of saying ‘Peace of the Lord be with you.’ Right? Or maybe it’s from the movie DUNE: ‘Shai-Hulud’.
Or is something getting delivered that is very small? I don’t know.
I wonder what bank the family used. The mother told me once her husband goes to Mexico for business a couple times per month. I never asked what business and she didn’t say. He looked just like Guzman.
Plans require financing and organization. Norteno’s Alta Norte’ will come when it’s ready. Wars are always first won at the bank. Whose bank?
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Do we have the moral authority to defend our country from Confederates and Nortenos? Do the results of war ensure peace? These questions have been answered by a new Axis of Evil and plans are now active in our streets. Are we so wrong to defend ourselves? Do our politicians have a duty to defend us, or to defend invaders? What laws do they obey? What loyalties do they keep?
The answer begins with answering the question: Whom is crossing borders?
The answer continues with answering the question: Do wars establish borders permanently?
Do we dare remember the alleged words of Benjamin Franklin at our founding when asked what kind of country we have created he replied: “A Republic, if we can keep it.”
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Dr. Livingston, I presume?
Decades ago my university classmates Tim and Alexandra set their wedding for the last week of classes after exams and before graduation. In their hometown of Ely MN. Da Range. In the month of May. Sheesh. Classmate Lenny and I packed our suits into dad’s car and we squeezed Lenny’s tent into the trunk. Repeat: month_of_May. This matters.
We drove half a day northward and arrived at a nearby State park at full daylight. But the horseflies and mosquitos had hatched that very week. As we cracked the car doors open they rushed the opening like lions on a gazelle. We had already applied ‘Deep Woods OFF’ repellant and it wasn’t enough. We reflexively slammed the doors slapping at ourselves and laughed hysterically. It was beyond hideous. This would require maximum efficiency and speed and self sacrifice.
I’ll just say we managed and there should be an Olympic tent raising event. We would earn gold medals. We dressed in the car. When we arrived at the church, Catholic and Polish, Lenny was in charge and I followed his lead. I was the Lutheran outsider celebrating my good friends’ eternal union. I learned about dollar dances at Polish reception parties and laughed and danced all the polkas they dared to play. Alex was beautiful. Tim was all smiles. The dollar chains were a hilarious draping cape like a blanket and were constantly stepped on and repaired. Hilarious. Polkas. God bless Iron Range Polish Catholics.
I vaguely recall a relative offered space for our sleeping bags and so we slept inside and woke to hot coffee. Vaguely. God bless Polish Catholics and our shared family values and friendship.
Tim and Alex took positions in defense aerospace as I did and I later understood the work they were doing but at the time it was just as classified as my work. We all shared a sense of duty and country and the importance of our work. It wasn’t just a paycheck. Our families shared this sense and I don’t understand how that sense has been lost. I DO understand how disgust of Washington has grown from misuse of power. We shared a community loosely knitted from our separate homes scattered across the American West, tied to our rural Minnesota homes where we were born
Catholic and Lutheran. It didn’t matter back then. There were things bigger than self that united us. And nothing divided us.
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In the closing years of my defense work I leased a house on a hill in a very quiet suburb of Seattle from the Ukrainian Jewish family next door. They had studied overseas, proven their talent, and emigrated to here to take a position at Boeing.
Rent was paid. No checks bounced. All seemed peaceful and cordial. Only in hindsight do I recognize the chronic health problems started there. I still don’t know whether to make a connection and a conclusive diagnosis, so I leave it as a curiosity. An uncertainty. I am simply aware that a landlord has a legal right to entry for ‘inspection’ and I trusted that right was not abused.
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Remember the LED light bulb from essay 20: “ Ohoh say can you see... Death rays and novichok” that turned on while held in my palm, sort of like Uncle Fester? I left it installed in an open socket over the bathroom sink just to fill the socket. Dark. Then a couple days ago, at night as I shut out the lights, I noticed it flicker again AFTER I turned out the lights. WTF again. I twisted and untwisted the bulb, power on and off to establish some pattern of behavior. Nothing. Dark. The next day I just decided to give it another try just for shits and giggles. I twisted it tight and tried it. Suddenly the bulb was working normally again. It self-healed. Remember, I’m an engineer with advanced graduate studies, not some libby. A device with advanced circuitry has demonstrated both power storage and independently controlled circuit switching. Now it has also demonstrated self-healing. Twilight Zone stuff. Art Bell is dead. FCC PART 15 is alive.
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These days there is a Great War on the horizon. Borders are violated on two continents, three if you include the Indo-China conflict, and combatants have arrived. Guest visa-holders have conducted operations and just one is the Charlie Hedbo attack. Another is the burning of Notre Dame by a worker who was undocumented and confessed after months of silence. Our 911 is another. So is the Boston bombing.
We are not at war with American Catholics who believe in separation of church and state, and borders. Boston is as precious as all of our cities. Terrorists brought their act of war to Boston’s celebration of Remembrance after crossing borders and pretending to be peaceful visa-seekers.
We are not at war with German nor Polish nor Russian nor Dutch descendants who likewise believe in separation of church and state, and borders and those precious TRUTHS WE HOLD SELF EVIDENT.
I just cannot understand how the common philosophical hatred that unites the combatants against our TRUTHS are denied.
I just cannot understand how the writing of Politkovskaya is ignored or denied.
I just cannot understand how the Manifesto declaring the attack date is ignored.
I just cannot understand how the Armistice of 1865 is forgotten.
I DO understand how the notion of a domestic anti-American army is scary.
I DO understand how the discussion of a domestic anti-American army can be scary and divisive and thus a news agency would avoid discussing and characterizing the enemy combatants. They live next door. It is by definition secretive, seditious, and violent.
In the 1920’s there were only rumors of Italian organized gangs. Then came a photo.
In the 1960’s there were rumors of Italian organized gangs behind criminal activity in Italy. Arrests and trials were met by bombings and assassinations of judges and policemen. Those were ugly years for Italy as it required militarizing police to fight the defacto fascist criminal movement.
In the 1980’s there were rumors of Islamic militias following the failed Iranian Embassy rescue of the late 70’s under POTUS Carter. We somehow ignored it.
I found and delivered the 9.11.01 Manifesto to POTUS. It was called incredible. 911 happened anyway.
Hello 2020.
Politkovskaya wrote of a continuous civil seditious conflict, an Anglo-Arabic terrorist movement to undercut Russia over 150 years. That terrorist violent movement succeeded in overthrowing every government from the Caspian Sea across to the Aegean and Adriatic seas creating a borderless network of countries linking Iran to Europe.
Oh I’m sure that just means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Right?
Borders are being violated. Governments are being overthrown.
I suggest this is serious enough to illuminate your choice for POTUS.
I suggest you cannot make sense of our current circumstance unless you become familiar with Politkovskaya. I accept that I cannot take the place of an in-theater war reporter as she was.
I fear that I am about to become an in-theater war reporter.
Please, please vote carefully for the POTUS that is familiar with Politkovskaya and the history of border incursions as prelude to full-scale war.
England had Neville Chamberlain. How did that Sudetenland Appeasement thing work out?
Does USA still have Bulge Nuts?
Do you?
We must remain united. Angry people must remember their friends. Unionists have been acting to unify and keep us united for over 200 years.
“Remember. Remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.”
This has happened before and then again.
Vote thoughtfully. |
